Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

"What nursing?" Marion asked.

Debra blinked at him. "You don't know?"

"Not really."

"It means stimulating milk production for women after they've had a baby."

Marion pondered. "Is it for men too?"

"Only for women."

"Got it. If you ever want kids in the future..."

"You'll make soup for me?"

"I won't let you drink it."

"Why not?"

"I've heard it's painful for mothers to breastfeed. I don't want you to go through that."

back her giggles. "So, if

"Formula," Marion replied matter-of-factly.

the milk isn't expressed, it'll still

have kids. Just you and me, together for life. That sounds perfect. If you ever feel lonely, we can move to that house in the mountains and keep cats and

Debra's heart softened. "Okay."

eating, Debra cleared the table and

room.

to the kitchen, she turned a corner and bumped into

tumbling to the ground. Kale's

writing on the bag: Freshly

raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Lowe is

fish soup," Kale replied curtly before walking toward

of Marion's earlier explanation about fish soup being used to nurse mothers. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she called out loud enough for the study's O occupant to hear, "Isn't fish soup for nursing mothers?

postpartum confinement."

darkened

implications, placed the

here is your

avoid Debra on your

"Why would